OPINION - After the Cass Review, we must not push British trans youth into the internet's Wild West

Earlier this year, I was leafing through a book shop and happened upon a new memoir by the writer Lucy Sante, I Heard Her Call My Name. It ticked many of my boxes. Sante lived through Seventies and Eighties New York, my favourite place and time for non-fiction literature. She was friends with sketchy experimental rock musicians, artists and filmmakers, my favourite cast list.

I Heard Her Call My Name is the story of her late transition, which begins at